( "A rather picturesque postcard taken of the Trinity River from the early 1900s.” Joshua Dodd in Dallas Filth on Fb / oil painting by me )

Some kind of weird rotating die.

Fourth round of “American Laureate”. We have seen our candidates perform in the Confessional, Slam, & Cowboy Poetry genres; each time an aspirant has been eliminated. Now it’s time to do some Language Poetry. Jasper Mothman is first. Wild applause. After a commercial break, the judging. Simon scowls: “It’s not enough to not make sense!”

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"All is laughter, all is dust, all is nothing." I might retranslate (paraphranslate) it thus:
"Laughter is all—& trembling dust—& vacancy:
it all grows out of senselessness."

{alternately: for all that is, is born of chaos.]

“From one point of view, magical progress actually consists in deciphering one’s own record.” —Magick in Theory and Practice

Under the Blacklight.